When love is weak, it cannot build an abode
Frail will and no deep purpose to lay a foundation
Pretence boldly narrated with the masks on
Lust is revered and greeted with lot of excitement
Nothing displeasures when there is no purpose
A soul cannot stay without an abode for long
Deprived and neglected in the wayward journey
Only a realization that comes too late in life
That one moment in life can unsettle existence
Frail love cannot be rescued from oblivion©
Nice poem Amitav. 😃
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Thank you, Sumit. 🙂
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